Here the landlord rose, and rubbing the injured part of his person, said with a groan,—
“Well, gentlemen, did you ever know the like of that?”
“Here, come back with a bowl of punch,” cried Britton; “and, do you hear, some spiced canary—come, quick!”
“May I venture to ask!” said the landlord, still affecting to writhe with pain, “if the spiced canary is to be all round?”
“No, you may not ask!” said Britton; “off with you!”
“We’ll drink your majesty’s health,” said a pale thin man, with great humility.
“Oh, you will, will you?” said Britton.
“We will—we will,” cried many voices.
“Drink away, then!” roared Britton.
“Your majesty has not yet ordered anything for us to drink,” said one.